I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

Zachary hurriedly closed the door and glared at Samarra, who had just exited the bathroom.

The bathrobe was draped over her shoulders and left open, exposing her black bikini and brasserie.

Samarra is seductive and sexy, but he doesn’t want others to see it for his benefit.

“What was the point of leaving the door open in the first place? What if another person came in and saw you like that?” Zachary said in a choked voice that the annoyance he was feeling was almost a tendon in his throat.

Damn! Isn’t it true that I’m possessive? As he looked at Samarra’s eyes, he thought to himself and appeared surprised by his actions.

Of course not; I’m being territorial; what’s mine is mine alone, a part of his

mind agreed.

“I apologize, love. That was not my intention,” Samarra apologized to Zachary for noticing the displeasure on his handsome face.

Zachary raised his gaze to the ceiling, his chest heaving with emotion. He wasn’t like that before, but why does he want Samarra placed in a box where no one can see her?

He went straight to his and Samarra’s closet and took out his shorts and t-shirt.

“Wear this,” he said, holding out his clothes for Samarra to wear, who frowned.

“We can’t leave unless you wear that,” Zachary said when he realized Samarra was going to appeal.

Samarra quickly took the clothes he was reaching for and entered the bathroom. Zachary knew Samarra was being forced, but she did not argue.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, waiting for Samarra to emerge. It didn’t take long for Samarra to frown while adjusting the hem of the t-shirt she was supposed to wear. Zachary smiled as he rose from the bed to meet Samarra’s frown.

“Love, you have a pouty face this morning,” Zachary said calmly, trying not to laugh as he kept his gaze on Samarra’s face.

“What do you want? Smile?” Samarra responded defiantly with a roll of eyes that made him laugh.

“You’re adorable, love,” he said as he squeezed Samarra’s cheeks, making her close her eyes.

“Hmm… Are you kidding me, Mr. Buenavista?”

“Of course not; you’re so adorable and…”

Samarra frowned and looked at him as if she was waiting for him to say something.

“And what?” Samarra inquired.

He just shook his head because Samarra is always impatient; she doesn’t know how to wait. She wants it now.

“Come on,” he said, wrapping his arm around Samarra’s shoulders and leading her out of the room.

“And what about that? What are you saying? You’re so adorable? What exactly is it? Huh! Cadden?” As they descended the stairs, Samarra chastised him.

Zachary grinned because Samarra appeared to be an impatient child. After all, she hadn’t gotten over what she was asked until they met Jameson.

“Good morning, Lady Summer and Young Master,” Jameson said, causing Zachary to frown.

Who is Young Master? Is he referring to him?

“James, where are Mom and Dad?” Samarra inquired as one of her hands pinched his arm so delicately that he nearly cried out in pain.

While chatting with Jameson, Samarra will be able to pinch him.

When Jameson said his goodbyes, he and Samarra went straight to the infinity pool because their parents were there.

“Why are you dressed like that, honey?” When they got closer, Mommy Samantha inquired.

“Good morning, Mom,” Samarra said, kissing her mother on the cheek before approaching her father and kissing his cheek as well.

“Good morning, Dad,” Samarra said before approaching his parents.

“I’m not sure why Cadden made me wear this,” Samarra said as he swallowed.

Damn! Samarra was able to report in front of their parents. She didn’t even say she wanted to wear his clothes.

Their gaze from Samarra turned to him, especially Daddy Frost, was the look that penetrated his soul.

“Good morning, Mom and Dad,” Zachary said to his parents.

He also approached and kissed Samarra’s parents. He scratched the back of his neck because he didn’t know how to greet Samarra’s father, who was staring at him.

“Dad, good morning,” he said, his face flushed from embarrassment. He had been bowing to Samarra’s father, and Zachary extended his hand to bless him, but he was looking.

“Dad?”

Mommy Samantha notices Daddy Frost staring at him intently. She slapped Daddy Frost’s arm and motioned for him to give him his hand.

When Zachary moved to the other side, where Samarra was standing, he quickly assisted her to a chair and sat in the adjacent chair.

“Honey, Lorraine, and I decided to go to the spa for a massage,” Mommy Samantha smiled.

“Girl’s bonding,” Mommy Lorraine happily agreed.

Samarra immediately turned around and stared at him as if waiting for his approval.

“Is everything alright with you, son? You and Samarra will meet at the event later,” Mommy Lorraine continued.

He adjusted his seat and wished to object because Samarra didn’t need a beautiful rest because she was already beautiful in his eyes.

“Mom?!”

“Let us be with your wife,” Daddy Calvin appealed, smiling.

“Calvin, I said, the girls are bonding. It only applies to us girls, not to you. You guys get bonding,” Mommy Lorraine was interrupted by Daddy Calvin.

He wanted to say it was a tie, but he couldn’t because his father would hit him.

After breakfast, the girls said their goodbyes and went to the Buenavista Hotel to meet after receiving a massage at the Weshun Spa.

“Love, let me tell you what clothes I chose for you to wear,” Zachary reminded Samarra as she changed her clothes.

“Okay, love, have fun with Daddy. I’m confident you’ll get along with Dad.” Samarra smiled and twitched her lips.

When Samarra left, Zachary was still taken aback when Daddy Frost wrapped his arms around him and turned his gaze to his father-in-law.

“Let’s go, Zach,” Daddy Calvin said as he walked to a car with other bodyguards waiting.

Zachary did nothing but accompany his father and father-in-law. Because he was so nervous, he felt like he had a heart attack.